Compelled to Create

 Compelled to create, and destined to dream

Being an artist, ain’t quite what it seems

On the scale of stardom , from mega to broke

Most artists will languish; we’re not greedy folk

Someone felt sorry, four dollars in hat

The parking cost eight bucks, but, thank you for that

At least it was something, better than naught

Or you hurrying by, me being ignored.

Yet it’s not dimes in payment, reward’s in the graft,

The people you meet, the journey, the craft.

We’re compelled to conceive, it’s our DNA

A need, drive, compulsion, we won’t go away.